Sleep

Pin me to the wall

Pin me to the wall and kiss me! Force me, because I feel you want to. Kiss me as if you would never kiss me again. Drink me to satiate your unquenchable thirst! I will resist, I will fight. Take me, tear off my clothes, I will bite. Grab me, I will cry. Turn me over, I will struggle. Push my tender breasts against the wall, I will shudder. Pull my hair and bite my earlobe, I will gasp. Push your thigh between my legs, I will obey. Put you hand on my wet mound, I will moan. Let your fingers invade my velvet folds, I will invite you. Impale me, I will comply.

Fuck me, I want you!

The Trailer - CafeGlow IV

CafeGlow - The Trailer from CafeGlow on Vimeo.

Gray's Provocation

Ode to 2011 NSFW from grayagent on Vimeo.

Copied from kako korikatsi, go and visit her, she has a very sexy blog!

Passion

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK, MY DEAR FOLLOWERS

Don't we all wish we were here?

I wanna do....

“There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is capable of anything that she puts her mind to. There is a beauty in the strength and determination of a woman who follows her own path, who isn’t thrown off by obstacles along the way. There is a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences; who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and move on.”

Dreaming...

My Muse is gone.... I am dreaming,

...of a door in a tree...

...of a walk in the woods....

....of a dream man.....

...who lives in a beautiful house, the house of my dreams...

We wake up in the sunlight...

We go to bed when the birds sing...

We play wild games....

...beautiful games....

...passionate games...

Does he realise what he is doing to me?....

...because I know what I'm doing to him...

...when I wear this..

....or that?.......

Where is my Muse?


Silly Frenchy in Wonderland

All picture are from here.

Black lace

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“Look what you are doing to me” you say looking down at the huge bulge in your boxer shorts. “I'm a mess!”, yes! I see what pre-cum is doing to the fabric.

I can feel the heat in my core, the swelling, the throbbing, the longing. You seem, by the appreciative look on your face, to like your surprise. I am wearing black lace lingerie, black thigh highs, under a transparent black nightgown. I grin back at you, showing you all the mouthwatering details of my tantalizing body through the black lace, teasing you by opening my thighs very slowly and showing some naked flesh, some engorged petals and more when pulling aside my panties. I can hear your groans and comments while you eagerly watch all these arousing details, your cock twitching in your underpants, needing to be freed from its prison of fabric. “You never fail to make me want you, you are such a sight!”. I languidly let the straps of the nightgown slide down my shoulders, followed by the straps of my bra. You gasp. “Oh yes, show them to me!” The top of the nightgown falls down on my hips and my breast are now in my palms, I bend forward for you to see the creamy globes of my full breasts and erect nipples.

You pull you boxer shorts down, letting me see your big thick meat in all its glory, which makes me salivate. My lips want to taste you, lick and suck you. Biting my lips, I pinch my nipples and let out a loud moan. Pearls of pre-cum are now coating your cock. “Can you see what you are doing to me?” “Oh, let me see how you feel, show me what you would let me take, lick, grab, tease, show me!”. Flustered, I once again open my thighs, pulling the fabric aside, and show you how wet I am. My hand takes control, your hand gets also very busy sliding up and down on your hard flesh. I need to wet my lips. I am squirming with need.

Your three day beard makes you look very handsome, your firm body writhes under the strokes. My body is aching, hips are swaying, my breath is getting shorter and my heart beating madly. The wanton creature I am has her legs now widely spread, panties on the floor, offering herself to you as you give yourself to me. We climax simultaneously, intensely, endlessly.... I love to see you come... so far away!

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Fuck me.

Aeric Meredith-Goujon

For Desire

Want

I want to touch you

I want to lick you

I want to know what you taste like

I want to devour you

I want to feel you throb

I want to hear you moan

I want you to talk dirty to me

I want to be your slave

I want to be your little slut

I want to feel your thickness fill me

I want to grab the sheet

I want to be one with you

I want you to completely and totally be mine at this very moment when you cum

I want you to never forget

I want you so much

I want you, please

I want you!

Agent Provocateur "Love me tender"

Agent Provocateur - "Love Me Tender" in HD from Greg Williams on Vimeo.

Another one I just love!

You

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I would like to unbutton your shirt while I kiss you here, here and there.

I would like to surreptitiously slide my hand under it and feel your heart

I would like to curl up against your chest and close my eyes

I would like to run my fingers through your hair and soothe your pain.

I need to touch you, breathe you, feel you

I need to butterfly kiss you, graze you, tempt you

I need to grab you, kiss you, smile at you

I need to hear you moan and rub myself all over you

I need to feel your body squeeze me, pin me

I need you to cover me, every inch of me with every inch of you.

Agent Provocateur

I was thinking of getting myself a little nothing, just a little piece of lingerie, you know, just a little thing to tease someone, but I'm not sure which one to choose now!

Aren't these lovely?

Don't you just love house chores?

Chore Damaris by Justin Ahttp://vimeo.com/9064849nderson from Justin Anderson on Vimeo.

I just received this today and wanted to share it with you.  I don't know how many times I've watched it.  I think I'm going to use the vacuum cleaner a lot more often *Smiles*

Butterly click

Picture by Kassandra www.photosight.ru

Taking a moment just imagining that i'm dancing with you

I'm your pole and all you're wearing is your shoes
You've got soul, you know what to do to turn me on until I write a song about you
And you have your own engaging style, you've got the knack to vivify
And you make my slacks a little tight, you may unfasten them if you like
That's if you crash and spend the night

But you don't bode, you don't pay, you got everything you need
Except for me, sister you've got it all
You make the call to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

Curl your upper lip up and let me look around
Ride your tongue along your bottom lip and bite down
And bend your back and ask your hips if I can touch
Well they're the perfect jumping up point
Getting closer to your butterfly

You float on by
Oh kiss me with your eyelashes tonight
Or Eskimo your nose real close to mine
And let's mood the lights and finally make it right

But you don't bode and you don't pay, you got everything you need
Except for me, sister you've got it all
You make the call to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all

Mmm mmm And all I really need to see
You pull your knee socks up
Let me feel you upside down, slide in, slide out
Slide over here, climb into my mouth now

Butterfly
Well you landed on my mind
Actually landed on my ear but you crawled inside
And now I see you perfectly behind closed eyes
I wanna fly with you
But I don't want to lie to you

But I can't recall a better day
Sun coming to shine on the occasion
You're sophisticated, lady, you've got it all
You've got it all to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

You know that fortune favors the brave
But let me get paid while I make you breakfast
The rest is up to you, who makes the call
I never forget a face, 'cept maybe my own
I have my days, let's face the fact here
It's you who's got it all

I can't recall a better day
Sun coming to shine on the occasion
You're an open-minded lady, you've got it all

You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all

You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all

Butterfly, baby, you've got it all

Butterfly - Jason Mraz

I love this song, it makes me feel happy.  Jason Mraz is very popular over here.

What if?

In less than three weeks, I'll be travelling again, guess where?  This picture should give you a hint. 


I will get some time away from home, which is greatly needed.


Last night, I was in bed early with a runny clown's nose and pumpkin head, reading some blogs (I've become completely addicted), when hubby came and told me he had some medicine for my cold.  Delicious medicine!


What if I lick you down there while you suck me down here?  Oh, heaven!  What if I put my fingers in here, moving them in a circle, while my thumb rubs that little bud of yours?  Oh, oh, don't stop!  What if I push that little spot still circling my fingers?  Oh, oh, oh!!!  Oh my God!..........   pant! pant! pant!  How did you do this?  This was just incredible! The bed is soaked.  What if I gave you this medicine for your sore throat?  Hum!  hummmmmpf!  Hmmmm! Hmmmmpff!  Barely breathing with my stuffed-up nose...  Jaw slightly hurting, neck bent in an uncomfortable angle.  Ah!  Breathing again!  Ooops sticky stuff on my breasts, chin, nose and eye! He he he!  Wish someone would take a picture! 

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What if we put up an ad to find a man for a threesome?  HUH?!?  WHAT?!? We had discussed our fantasies at some point, along with having sex in awkward places, watching porn while having sex, etc.

Me (thinking) hm!  Someone with a nice, big cock..

Hubby: he would need to be elegant!

Me (thinking)... yes, hairless chest, butt and shoulders...

Hubby: able to sustain a conversation!

Me: Huh?  you mean you will speak politics and sports while you f**k me?

Hubby: no, before, when we meet him.  He would need to be younger.

Me (thinking)... nice chiselled torso, tight ass, cute smile...

Hubby: and I would not want a fucker!

Me: So, what do you want him for?

Hubby: no, I could not stand a vulgar idiot just wanting to f**k you for the sake of it!  I still don't even know if I could bear the sight of another man having sex with you.

Me ... well, maybe when he sees us he will run away... after seeing my wobbly stomach (after three pregnancies), my sagging breasts after their long lost battle against gravity, or my "flatbed"?

Hubby: so, when do we put up an add?

Me (suddenly waking up from my daydreaming) Oh no!   Can we please talk it over again, there is a difference between fantasies and reality.  Let me just digest this, I'm still under shock!   I need to think it over.

This is where I realised that, although things seem to be going in the right direction for hubby, they may not for me.  I started panicking, wait, wait, wait. This is going too fast!  I need a break away from home and that is exactly what I'm going to have in a few weeks' time. 

Understand me, before Christmas, we were still having arguments, nasty, snappy remarks for each other, and I badly wanted to divorce after we had tried to make things change for ten years. At Christmas, we decided on a truce and, like bonobos, I initiated the "make love not war" behaviour.  Now, things seem to develop in a lighter tone, but I still want to divorce, for many reasons, but basically because it is too late now for me to try and save our marriage.  But hubby seems to think differently.  How can I explain without hurting him more?  Can we not just divorce and be buddies?  We know couples who have divorced and are having affairs with their ex.  Have I done it all wrong? 

May this break help me find the right words, attitude and state of mind to explain calmly what I wish for the two of us in the future.  It need not be painful.

Mangoe and chocolate

It is the new moon and I don't know what it is doing to me. Woke up with this dream still very vivid on my mind - we are both sleeping, your arms folded around me, spooning, you start kissing my neck, while gently scratching my back down to my bottom, goose bumps and shivers, I suddenly become breathless. Your tongue on my skin, oh that feels so good, I almost scream. Your hands cup and strike my breasts from behind, your heavy breathing in my hair. Your dark chocolate bar gently finds its way into my juicy mango. Oooowwww¨!!!!! What a feeling, I almost came just at the thought of it. You make me feel so hot and juicy. Just thinking of you makes me go crazy!

The African Moon (click)

As I already mentioned in a former post, I have an unconditional love for Africa. What struck me is the beauty of its people. I’ve mainly been to Eastern and Southern African countries. Of course, I’m attracted to men, but everywhere they tend to dress in the same fashion - jeans and T-shirts/shirts, nothing remarkable when it comes to observe the shape of their bodies. Be it in Ethiopia, Kenya, Botswana or South Africa, unless they are clad in their ethnic attire, it does not help you to appreicate their bodies. Of course, everywhere you have good looking men, but you can’t see their butts, thighs or stomachs.

What finally attracted my eye where the women, through their colourful clothes, their smiles, the way they moved and their gracious shapes. I saw the most beautiful women. Wasn’t Miss Universe 1999 from Botswana? (Although she is not very dark skinned). Lately, I observed their waist and buttocks. I was positively amazed by their behinds. Some women are just gorgeous! I am not attracted to women, but some are just jaw dropping beautiful - broad shoulders, thin waist and a very pretty round butt, long muscular thighs and long legs! But their booties, my God! And how they move it is just mesmerizing! The first time I saw ethnic dances in Cameroon, I could not believe what I was seeing - how could they move their waists and butts like this? I wouldn’t even know which muscles to move; so supple and sensual, even sexual. We have all heard these comments - whites and blacks are not built the same, well, sometimes you really wonder! I saw very thin long legged gazelles, shorter ones with big breasts and large behinds, and incredibly big bootied Hottentots Venuses, almost like hippo moms, but always found them amazing! Even spectacular!

I am told I have a fetish for booties, maybe. I am drooling when I see great bootie shakes, the male side of me wants to touch booties, kiss and caress, pinch and spank, cup and massage them, lick them, bite them, squeeze and fondle them, like I fondled my children’s behinds when they were babies (this has nothing to do with incest, please!). What struck me is that many Europeans have flat butts. My Kenyan friend calls me “flatbed” because I am so envious of those marvellous shapes. Ladies and gentlemen, cherish and enjoy your booties if they are chunky, muscular, big and round and lovely. You are so blessed!

Random controversial links:
 
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http://www.zimbio.com/Hottentot+Venus/articles/3/Hottentot+Venus+transformed+modern+day+Video
 
Real of fake? http://pagesperso-orange.fr/lescopeauxdabord/images/gros%20cul.jpg

The dream

His head resting on his folded forearm, I looked at him dozing. His full lips were slightly open, he breathed deeply, regularly. I loved everything in him. As I looked at him, I fell into a deep sleep feeling safe and happy.

From my deep sleep, I spaced between sleep and wakefulness where I felt light fingertips on my blouse buttons, and in a place where I was painstakingly conscious of each of their caresses, as of the faint breath of his opened mouth when he bend over me, but I did not move, I refused to admit I was awake. As long as I was asleep, it was something he was doing to me, something I did not have to decide. He opened my blouse so delicately. When he bent over me I could feel his shadow between the light and my closed eyes. His lips brushed my eyelids, landed on my mouth. He only held on to my hand, resting on it while he smelled my skin and licked it. The heat exploded in me and I desired him like I had never desired anyone else. I put my hand on the nape of his neck, pulled his mouth towards mine and kissed him deeply, but my hands met horns, the roots of which were buried in this hair. He was not at all a human! His musky scent surrounded us. He rubbed against me spreading his scent on my body. It was the doing of an animal, shocking and strange, but his scent was irresistible, it was rich, spicy, wonderful, so wonderful. I knew that as long as I would smell it, I would desire him. I rubbed against him. Like a cat in heat. He caressed me like no one had ever caressed me, awaking instinctive reactions I did not even know I had. Making me react like an animal. I felt hairy legs parting my thighs. I was making love to an animal. A goat. I suddenly opened my eyes. In a panic, shacking, “No”, I shouted, while brown hands grabbed my shoulders and forced me to lie down. During a terrifying moment, I believed he was going to force me, nail me down because he was stronger than me, like an animal, but no.

He remained lying on top of me, keeping me still yes, but only with his hands. I looked at his face trying to read his thoughts. There was nothing of an animal in the depth of his eyes, or at least no more than in my own. There was only Pan and what he was, neither human, nor animal. Nevertheless, he looked more like me than any other creature I may have met. We knew each other too well for letting anything come between us. What we were about to do went beyond all the laws of those of our species. My doubts had escaped me, leaving only desire.

I put my hands on his thin hairy goat hips and pulled him towards me. His hair was silky, his muscles firm, my hands slipped on his fur. I could not get a proper grip of him. He calmly resisted, forcing me to admit it was my needs I wanted to satisfy. It was something that had to come from me. I gave in and pulled him harder, but he still resisted. And I saw him smile. His mouth met mine, sweet as flowers, spicy as herbs, warm as the summer. Pan sled into me, warm and wet.

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He slowly woke up; I could feel his erection against my thigh. He started very slowly, a rhythm for sleepy bodies on a sunny summer day, an exchange that led us languorously and doubtlessly to complete satiety. “First times are particularly charming”!

(Free adaptation of a piece of a novel by Megan Lindhom “Cloven Hooves”)